I. Cam’ ye by the salmon fishers, Cam’ ye by the roperee? Saw ye a sailor laddie Sailing on the raging sea? Oh, dear ——, are ye going to marry? Yes, indeed, and that I am. Tell to me your own true lover, Tell to me your lover’s name? _He’s_ a bonnie lad, _he’s_ a bonnie fellow, Oh, he’s a bonnie lad, Wi’ ribbons blue and yellow, Stockings of blue silk; Shoes of patent leather, Points to tie them up. A gold ring on his finger. Did you see the ship he came in? Did you see it comin’ in? Every lassie wi’ her laddie, Every widow wi’ her son. Mother, struck eight o’clock, Mother, may I get out? For my love is waiting For to get me out. First he gave me apples, Then he gave me pears, Then he gave me a sixpence To kiss him on the stairs. Oh, dear me, I wish I had my tea, To write a letter to my love To come back and marry me. —Rosehearty (Rev. W. Gregor). II. Cam’ ye by the salmon fishers? Cam’ ye by the roperee? Saw ye a sailor laddie Waiting on the coast for me? I ken fahr I’m gyain, I ken fahs gyain wi’ me; I ha’e a lad o’ my ain, Ye daurna tack ’im fae me. Stockings of blue silk, Shoes of patent leather, Kid to tie them up, And gold rings on his finger. Oh for six o’clock! Oh for seven I weary! Oh for eight o’clock! And then I’ll see my dearie. —Fochabers (Rev. W. Gregor). III. Come ye by the salmon fishers? Come ye by the roperee? Saw ye my dear sailor laddie Sailing on the raging sea? Tip for gold and tip for silver, Tip for the bonnie laddie I do adore; My delight’s for a sailor laddie, And shall be for evermore. Sit you down, my lovely Elsie, Take your baby on your knee; Drink your health for a jolly sailor, He will come back and marry you. He will give you beads and ear-rings, He will give you diamonds free; Sailors they are bonnie laddies, Oh, but they are neat and clean! They can kiss a bonnie lassie In the dark, and A, B, C; When the sailors come home at evening They take off their tarry clothes, They put on their light blue jackets, That is the way the sailors go. —Rev. W. Gregor.